Once out of the bushes, he scratched his ear, but blew off the man’s offer. “Nah, nah, I’m fine. It’s just a few scratches anyways. But, uhm…mister, do you mind telling me where I can get back home? Or where I am? I don’t really remember going out this far from the garage…”
"Well kid..you are in Italy..do you know exactly where "home" is?" Desmond looked down at the kid and smiled. He was strange looking, adorable.
"You are so adorable!"















